Lion Head Mesa Anubis

The voice that filled the room was familiar. Kasmut turned to see the firelight colors of the woman she had met before, the one who had led her to Pharaoh. The pale figure smiled softly at her remark.

Yes, Kasmut confirmed, her tone airy.

There was some pride in that reputation. She felt treasured by the Pharaoh. She was his. It had a weight in her chest unlike any other. The diamond had not been so foolish as to lose herself in the pleasure of Akashingo or its ruler. She had been watchful in her short time there.

You are the one who serves only the queen. This carried a weight, as well.

Tamar had never known the ruler of the mesa, not the way Kasmut had.